C ascade of women fLowed through his hands
A rdent adventures - his lIfe long plans
S triVing for social perfection
A chieved by means of an ********
N eeDless to say hoT Venetian genes
O bviously justified the means
V ows of a great Lover left behind
A m’rOus legacy surVivEd in kind
August 29, 2021
Categories:
rection, humorous, lust,
Form: Acrostic
A rising on Valentines
Resur – e – rection
Four AM Valentines morn, I awoke,
stiff as a board – stands a mighty oak,
reaching up to heavenly skies – empty –
whishing upon a star that would not be
a heavenly body for me – that pink cloud,
sweet, delicious – ecstasy wrapped in a shroud.
A surprise !, standing against the ravages of time,
- for a long, long time – this gift with no place to go
for deep down – in my heart – I have come to know,
that upon this tree, you have no desire to climb
nor upon this mighty oak come and take a rest
and maybe find, that doing so, could be the best
wood, the wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
will never be a pillar you wish to climb upon.
To pulp – my wood, this mighty oak – becomes, gone.
What does an old man find ?, - when realizing so few
moments arise that he might sing a glorious song
to the goddesses “ Isis ”, “ Ishtar ” – not a clue.
B. J. “A ” 2
February 15th 2007
Categories:
rection, passion,
Form: Rhyme
A rising on Valentine’s
Resur -e – rection
Four AM Valentine’s morn, I awoke.
Stiff as a board - stands a mighty oak,
reaching up = a gift for that heavenly body
- that sweet delicious pink cloud
= wishing to penetrate – into ecstasy ( her shroud ).
There I stood, against the ravishes of old age and time –
for a long, long time – with no place to go,
for deep down – in my heart – I’ve come to know
that in my branches, you will never climb
nor upon this mighty oak, come to rest.
The wood that greeted me, will never greet you,
Will never be a pillar of strength for you to climb upon.
To pulp- my wood, this mighty oak – becomes.
B.J.”A” 2
January 27th 2007
Categories:
rection, natural disasters, time,
Form: Free verse